Pringles party with the kids. The family lives less than this can of Pringles of US$2 a day. it’s hard not to be involved with the children and not buy them these little luxuries when I have the chance.
After herding the cows in the morning, Bu Thum and her youngest daughter Sophea stumbled upon a dead tree trunk. They climbed on it to gather firewood. The land they are on would have been a rice field but planting season only begins after June when the rain comes again. (Off Siem Reap, March 7 2014)
Lysa’s father made her a chair just a month ago to help with her sitting. Under the family’s mango tree, I imagine Lysa as a 70-year-old grandmother here, having seen through the seasons of life; have nothing more to seek than to enjoy the evening breeze and glorious sunset.
My first trip back to documenting Lysa and her family in two and half years’ time, with Sophea, the youngest daughter now a toddler. I am back to explore and capture the new dynamics of the family’s relationship with each other, now that the two girls are older and have each other as playmates in that little hut. Kim Sun and Sophea fought over a doll, a moment of interaction and tension she wouldn’t have with Lysa. I hope to learn more about commitment and love amid hardships and poverty through this one family’s story.
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In 2011, I started a journey on photographing life in small towns in Malaysia. One of my earliest photos is a woman having her hair washed on a basin like this. In 2013, I captured another photo in another town, this time, with just the apparatus. The woman is gone. Just like the memories of yesterday. No matter how many times we look at a photograph in hopes of bringing back the memory of the past, it fades and leaves us. We are only left with the memory of the memory. And even that will leave us someday. (Batu Arang, Selangor, July 2013)
Hands (Kota Bharu, Kelantan, Sept 2013)
Uncertainty (Kota Bharu, Kelantan, Sept 2013)
Cover me, O Lord (Kota Bharu, Kelantan, Sept 2013)